Free Tempting Fate by A N Busch Page B

I’m happy with a good hamburger and fries. Can’t go wrong with a pizza either.”
    The conversation took off from there with ease. When they were done with the pizza, Abby moved it to the computer desk and sat back on the bed. As they talked and repositioned, they moved closer and closer together till one of their legs were touching the others. Laughing and talking, it was starting to be very natural to Abby, and she was having a good time.
    She placed her hand on her leg very close to his; maybe he would take her hand in his. With a smile he started to inch his hand closer and closer to hers and her heart began to race faster. She sat there waiting and just as he was about to touch her hand, there was a knock at the door.
    “I’m coming, hold on,” Abby rolled her eyes as she got up. He was so close; she was going to kill whoever was at the door! As she cracked the door open, she saw that it was Paul. What did he want?
    “Um, hi Abby I was just checking on you. It had been a couple hours and, um, well I um just wanted to check on you.”
    “I’m fine Paul, thank you. I’ll talk to you later okay? Kind of busy right now.” Abby did not know if she should be flattered or very mad at him for ruining a nice moment.
    “Oh you still have company over huh? That guy’s over still; the one that was downstairs waiting on you? I forgot about him, sorry. Well I’ll see you around.” Abby knew he hadn’t forgotten but felt bad that he looked upset that Westly was still there with her.
    “No big. It’s alright, thanks for checking. Bye”
    “Bye, Abby.” Abby closed the door and was mortified; maybe it would have been better if she had just never answered the door. Then again he would have kept knocking then or come back every ten minutes to check on her.
    When she looked back at Westly, he was smiling at her. Where was she supposed to sit now, she had been so close to him. Could she go back to the same spot, or did she have to work her way back into it again? Abby sat down at the edge of the bed less than a foot away from where he was. Thankfully Westly answered that question for her and moved towards her still smiling.
    “Does dad think I should go home now?” Abby could see he was trying so hard not to laugh but by the end of the question, he was rolling. Abby couldn’t help but laugh herself.
    “Yes, I guess he thinks so, but I don’t want you to so I hope you will stay a little longer.” Abby blushed as she said this and she knew he could see it. Westly reached up to touch her cheek, and she just turned redder under his hand.
    “I’ll stay as long as you like Abs; I’m in no hurry. But I am getting hot. Do you mind if I take of my sweatshirt?”
    “Oh yeah, sure. Did you want me to open the window or turn the heat down for you? Sorry, I keep my room kind of hot. I guess it’s the Texas in me.”
    “No this should be fine. Texas huh? You like the heat?” When Westly stood to take off the sweatshirt, his shirt underneath came up at first too, revealing a rock hard stomach. Abby’s jaw almost dropped; wow was all she could think.
    “Sorry, I wasn’t thinking when I got dressed.” Abby pulled her eyes away from him. He caught her staring at him “I wish I was wearing more than this undershirt.”
    Abby looked back up to see that he was wearing a plain white sleeveless shirt. One of the kind people had started to call a “wife beater.” He must have thought she was staring at that. Then she looked at his arms, the strong ones he had wrapped around her the night before. They were perfect. Muscular like they had been earned working in the field all summer; not that over-done look some guys had. Like they spent hours and hours in the gym every day trying to get them as big as they could.
    “Oh no, you’re fine don’t worry about it. I’m sorry I did not mean to stare, but your shirt came up and I saw your stomach …and,” Abby shut her mouth and looked at the ground, her cheeks raged red again.